“So this is what it feels like When Love Hurts,” I say, sobbing.
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“Wake up! Wake up! You’re going to be late for school! This better not be a habit.” my mum yells from downstairs.
I hear my mum, but I’m so lazy and I don’t want to get out of bed. I enjoy my last few minutes before she comes up here, but then I hear her yelling again.
“Do you want me to come up there?!” my mums getting angry now as I can hear steps coming up here.
“I’m up!” I scream, “Calm yourself.”
I quickly change out of my pajamas and rush to the shower. While waiting for my curler to heat up, I apply my makeup and pick out my polo for the day. When I finish, I rush downstairs, yank the door open, and let my mum know I’m leaving.
“Oh no you’re not! Eat your breakfast first,” my mum replies sternly.
Sighing, I slam the door shut,
“Ah, fine whatever!”
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Just as I pull up to the school in my dads old silver Toyota, I see a whole bunch of people crowding one spot. Some of them even have cameras. That’s when I notice a limo pulling up, and 5 guys exiting it.
Of course it had to be One Direction, I was in no way or sort a directioner. But it seems my whole school was. I hated these guys. What the hell were they doing at MY school?
Finally noticing my best friends, Bree, Grace, Nick, and Chris, I walk over to them.
“Hey guys what’s happening?” I ask.
“Don’t you mean ‘Vas Happenin’? And vas happenin’ is that the 5 guys, yes the 5 guys. 5. Do you hear me? 5. One direction. School. Ours. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Grace blabbered.
I quickly put my hand over her mouth, but its too late because everyone is already staring at us. Daaamn, that girl can scream!
“What the shit? Can’t they pick another school?” I was furious. Most of them were known as players.
I zone back into the conversation in time to hear Bree say excitedly, “Our school is gunna be like all over the news! This is so amazing, or should I say amaZAYN?”
“And phenomiNIALL and fabuLOUIS and brilLIAM and extraordinHARRY!!” Grace shrieks.
“Urghh.” I moan as the bell rings, dismissing us to our first class of this already miserable day. Hoping it can’t get any worse I rush to my locker.
Obviously the halls were going to be crowded because of them. Meaning the ‘5 guys.’ When I finally make it to my locker, I notice a guy with curly hair leaning on my locker.
“Um, Do you mind? That’s my locker.” I say.
“Excuse me? No one talks to me like that.” he says. This guy was already turning out be a jerk.
“Well someone just did, now get the hell out of my way before Im late.” I reply smirking.
“Ooo fiesty. I like that. Im Harry by the way.” He says, obviously flirting. I instantly had a feeling he was part of that One Direction group. The player group, in my definition of them.
“Do I look like I give a damn?” I retort, closing my locker and heading to my first class.
I walked into Mrs. Dab’s class just as the bell had rung.
“Hey Chris,” I say spotting him, “I didn’t know you were in this class.”
“Me either. I just got a new schedule,” he replies, sitting down in the second row.
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FanfictionHave you ever imagined what it would be like to have One Direction come to your school? Well, 16 year old Alexandra Brookes never did. She was somewhat of a directionator. When some of the boys take a particular interest in her, can she handle it? W...